Story Behind The Song
Sunday Mornings remind of you and how much I miss your presence.
| Song Length |
4:31 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits |
Subject |
Healing |
| Similar Artists |
Christopher Cross, Noah Kahan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Coffee on the counter, steam in the air,
Your old sweater hanging on the rocking chair.
Radio hummin' that same old tune,
And I'm still thinkin' 'bout the way I lost you too soon.
Leaves outside are starting to fall,
The world's still quiet, I hear it all.
The way your laughter used to fill this place,
Now it's echoes and dust and a picture frame face.
[Pre-Chorus]
I could drive for miles and never find,
That kind of peace you left behind.
[Chorus]
Sunday mornings feel like you --
Soft light, half-awake, skies so blue.
Every sunrise pulls me through,
But I still miss the way you moved.
There's something holy in the truth,
That love don't fade, it just changes hue.
Yeah, I find God in the small things too,
On these Sunday mornings without you.
[Verse 2]
There's a diner on Main where we used to go,
Your lipstick stain on my Styrofoam.
Now I sip slow, take the corner booth,
Pretend for a minute that I'm next to you.
That old man plays the same guitar,
Sings about grace and broken hearts.
And I drop a dollar in his jar,
'Cause he's singin' the story of who we are.
[Pre-Chorus]
The church bells ring like they always do,
But I'm prayin' to the memory of you.
[Chorus]
Sunday mornings feel like you --
Soft light, half-awake, skies so blue.
Every sunrise pulls me through,
But I still miss the way you moved.
There's something holy in the truth,
That love don't fade, it just changes hue.
Yeah, I find God in the small things too,
On these Sunday mornings without you.
[Bridge]
Maybe someday I'll stop counting years,
And let forgiveness drown the tears.
But until then, I'll sing out loud,
To feel your voice in every sound.
[Final Chorus]
Sunday mornings feel like you --
That quiet peace I never outgrew.
Every sunrise, a shade of new,
But none as warm as loving you.
There's something sacred in what we knew,
That love still breathes where the light shines through.
Yeah, I keep learning what hearts can do,
On these Sunday mornings without you.